Chapter2 Quiditch matches food fights. And a very Merry Christmas.
Makayla never looked at or spoke to Harry for the rest of the night. Or the next week. She barely spoke to Hermoine and Ron and seemed distant with everyone. She spent most of her spare time in the library and when Harry had finally decided to go talk to her, that's where he found her.
"Hi Makayla," he said nervously. She looked up from the book she was reading and the moment she saw who it was she sighed loudly and went back to her book.
"What do you want Harry?" she asked continuing to read in hope he'd go away.
"I wanted to apologise for how I acted the other night. I shouldn't have pushed you about your scar." Harry said. She slowly looked up.
"Don't! It's my fault, it's a touchy subject!" she said. Harry seemed to understand.
"That's cool! What ya reading?" he asked sitting next to her.
"Quiditch throughout the ages," she said showing him the cover.
"Cool. You like Quiditch?" Harry asked.
"Yeah I love it!" replied Makayla smiling.
"You should come watch the school matches, they start next weekend." Suggested Harry.
"Yeah. Our Gryffindor seeker aren't you?"
"Uhuh!"
"Cool! I'll be there," Makayla replied.
"Alright well I better go, I'll talk to you later," said Harry standing up.
"Okay see ya," said Makayla. Harry walked away and Makayla returned her focus to her book.
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The day of the Quiditch game came quickly and Makayla found herself sitting between Ron and Hermoine, decked out in Gryffindor colours awaiting the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Harry was the first to fly out and Gryffindor hovered above the pitch and waited for Slytherin to arrive. They didn't have to wait long, Draco lead the Slytherins out onto the pitch and after the captains shook hands the game began. Angelina Johnson was first to grab the Quaffle and was also first to score, as was often the case. Then a Slytherin chaser scored then a Gryffindor. This continued for most of the game, but the Snitch was no where to be seen. The Gryffindor keeper was hit by a bludger that broke his arm and a leg. But still no sign of the Snitch. Then suddenly both Harry and Draco began diving directly down. They were neck and neck and neither seemed like getting a head of the other. Then with a big crash they both hit the ground. Neither moved for quite some time and then Malfoy stood slowly and began looking around frantically. Harry was shaking like crazy and everyone looked worried. Harry was laughing, laughing so hard he was shaking. He then stood in front of Draco and threw a gold ball into the air and caught it.
"Better luck next time Malfoy," he laughed handing Madam Hooch the Snitch.
The crowd erupted (with the exception of the Slytherins) with cheers of excitement as Gryffindors began to flood the field. Gryffindor had won their first match of the season and it was obvious it was to be a successful one at that.
The party raged on in the common room. There were tables covered in food and drinks and people everywhere. You'd think they'd just one the cup or something.
"You did really well today Harry," said Makayla when he was finally alone and away from his crowd of adoring fans.
"Thanks," replied Harry blushing. "Hey, we need a new keeper, reckon you're up to it?"
"Me? No I don't think I could!" said Makayla sounding unsure.
"Of course, I mean a girl like you...." began Harry but was cut off by Makayla.
"What do yo mean a girl like me?" she asked angrily.
"You don't seem like you could hack it that's all!" said Harry honestly.
"Oh really?" she said throwing a cup cake at him.
"Oi!" he shouted throwing some fizzing wizzbees at her.
She then pushed him onto the ground but not before he could grab her arm and pull her down next to him. She then punched him on the arm and sat up.
"So will you come to the practise on Tuesday?" he asked.
"Well I spose I have to don't I. to prove I'm not a girlie girl like you seem to think I am." She said glaring at him then laughing.
"Excellent." He replied smiling.
"Well I'm hitting the sack!" she said standing. (I think that may be something only Aussies say.. Or maybe it's just me that says it LOL)
"Your whatting the what?" Harry asked.
"Hitting the sack. You know. Going to bed." laughed Makayla.
"Oh okay. Night."
"Night.
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On Wednesday Makayla made her way to the Quiditch pitch to see the team already practising. Harry flew down and jumped off his broom beside her.
"I didn't think you'd come," he confessed.
"No faith Potter! None what so ever," Makayla laughed.
"Well you can borrow my broom," began Harry handing Makayla his broom slowly and reluctantly.
"I'm not going to break it Harry," said Makayla taking it from his strong grasp.
"I know, it's just. I'm very protective." He said but she'd already taken off. Then the chasers got ready and began trying to score. Not once did a Quaffle get past Makayla. Harry was stunned to say the least.
"That was incredible," he said when she touched back down.
"No your chasers are really crap!" laughed Makayla. "Kidding guys," she said seeing the offended looks on their faces.
Harry and Makayla then began walking back to the castle.
"Makayla?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I ask you a question. Or two?"
"I guess so,"
"Do you live with your parents?" Harry asked nervously.
"No. My mums dead and I have no idea where my dad is." Replied Makayla.
"So who have you been living with?" questioned Harry slightly baffled.
"I've been in and out of foster homes. I always seemed to get landed with people that didn't give a shit about me. I was never given a teddy bear or played with dolls. Most of my foster parents made me do work and that was it!" answered Makayla.
"Sounds familiar," said Harry thinking of the Dursleys. "So who are you staying with now? I mean at the end of the year?"
"A friend of my mothers." Replied Makayla. "He came to get me before the beginning of the year and enrolled me here. It's good to have someone that cares about you for once," Makayla smiled weakly hoping she hadn't put her foot in it.
"Well if you ever wanna talk to someone. I'm almost certain I'll understand," said Harry unsurely.
"Thanks Harry," Makayla smiled warmly.
They then went their separate ways to the girls and boys dormitories.
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Weeks passed and things at Hogworts seemed normal. There was no sign of Voldermort and people were not quite as paranoid as they had been in the past. Makayla had grown very close to Harry, Hermoine and Ron, especially Harry. They shared something, a common bond that helped their friendship. It was finally the Christmas holidays and not many students were staying behind. There were 4 Gryffindors, 3 Slytherins, a Hufflepuff and 6 Ravenclaws.
Early Christmas morning Makayla was woken by the sound of excitement in the common room and wrapping paper being torn. Then a voice called out to her.
"'Kayla get up!" shouted Hermoine from the door of the dormitory.
"Give me a minute," said Makayla rolling over in the bed and covering her face with her arm.
"NOW!" Hermoine said shaking her.
"Alright alright." Makayla conceded defeat and sat up in the bed. Hermoine left the room and Makayla noticed a medium sized blue box on the end of her bed. She crawled towards it and looked at the tag.
Dear Makayla, Happy Christmas From Harry.
She slowly untied the bow and lifted the lid off. Inside was a cream coloured teddy bear with a blue and white checked bow around its neck.
"I couldn't think of anything else to get you," said Harry who was standing in his spiffy blue stripped PJ's at the door.
"Thank you Harry," said Makayla close to tears.
"No worries," he said hugging her tightly. "Don't cry," he said wiping a tear from under her eye.
"Its just Christmas is a hard time for me. My mum was killed on Christmas." Replied Makayla.
"I'm sorry," said Harry.
"Hey you didn't kill her," smiled Makayla. Harry sat down on the bed next to her and put his arm around her.
"This might sound inconsiderate, but it's great to have someone who's lost a parent. No one else seems to understand."
"Don't worry, I know what you mean," Makayla rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "Oh I almost forgot!" she said jumping up. She lay on her stomach and leant her arms over the edge of the bed and grabbed a gift bag.
"Merry Christmas Harry," she handed him the bag.
Harry then pulled out a red, hard cover book.
"It's a seeker book. You right down technics and stuff you use and it analyses the best one to suit you so you can kick Malfoy's ass again."
"Thanks 'Kayla," said Harry smiling from ear to ear.
"Don't mention it," said Makayla resuming her previous position of having her head on Harry's shoulder.
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Harry and Makayla joined Ron and Hermoine in the common room shortly after their talk and they spent hours showing each other what they got and sharing past Christmas stories. Makayla listened to the stories and never contributed. Not that she'd have much to contribute. As long as no one asked her for a story she was safe.
"What's your favourite Christmas memory?" asked Ron.
"I don't have any, apart from today," replied Makayla who spoke in a voice a notch above a whisper.
"What? None?" asked Ron shocked.
"Well I have memories but none that are good." Answered Makayla.
"Not all of our stories were good," noted Ron.
"Listen my mother was murdered on Christmas okay, that's my only Christmas memory because in all the foster homes I've ever been in they didn't celebrate it. Or I was locked away when they did alright!" said Makayla trying to keep calm.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know!" Ron apologised.
"Don't worry about it," said Makayla close to tears.
"It's nearly dinner time shall we go down to the hall now?" asked Hermoine changing the subject.
"Yeah sounds like a good idea," said Harry standing up.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." Makayla headed up stairs to the girls' dorms while the others headed to the door.
"I'll catch up to," said Harry following her up the stairs.
When he entered the room he saw her sitting on her bed holding the teddy he'd given her tightly to her chest, resting her head on top it's head.
"Are you okay?" asked Harry walking slowly towards her.
"No." replied Makayla earnestly. "But I'll get over it!"
Harry sat behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Do you want me to bring you something up?"
"No I'm not really hungry," she said lying down on her bed, still not facing him.
"I find that hard to believe,"
"Then don't believe it, see if I care."
"I think you should eat something!"
Makayla slowly rolled over and her eyes were puffy, reddened from crying. "I'm not hungry," she said firmly but calmly.
Harry didn't move off the bed he just lay down beside her.
"If your hungry eat," said Makayla not looking at him.
"Nah I'm not hungry," said Harry in a tone that was slightly mocking.
"We could be twins!" laughed Makayla. "Harry. I'm really sorry!" Makayla ran her finger over Harry's scar as she said that.
"Sorry for what?" asked Harry puzzled.
"I'm just sorry," Makayla pulled her hand away quickly and rolled on her side facing away from him. Harry rolled to face the same way and put his arms around her waist.
"Whatever it is you did. I forgive you!" he whispered.
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Okays. I hope you liked it. Please review. And If u have any ideas or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism feel free to share that with moi!
Makayla never looked at or spoke to Harry for the rest of the night. Or the next week. She barely spoke to Hermoine and Ron and seemed distant with everyone. She spent most of her spare time in the library and when Harry had finally decided to go talk to her, that's where he found her.
"Hi Makayla," he said nervously. She looked up from the book she was reading and the moment she saw who it was she sighed loudly and went back to her book.
"What do you want Harry?" she asked continuing to read in hope he'd go away.
"I wanted to apologise for how I acted the other night. I shouldn't have pushed you about your scar." Harry said. She slowly looked up.
"Don't! It's my fault, it's a touchy subject!" she said. Harry seemed to understand.
"That's cool! What ya reading?" he asked sitting next to her.
"Quiditch throughout the ages," she said showing him the cover.
"Cool. You like Quiditch?" Harry asked.
"Yeah I love it!" replied Makayla smiling.
"You should come watch the school matches, they start next weekend." Suggested Harry.
"Yeah. Our Gryffindor seeker aren't you?"
"Uhuh!"
"Cool! I'll be there," Makayla replied.
"Alright well I better go, I'll talk to you later," said Harry standing up.
"Okay see ya," said Makayla. Harry walked away and Makayla returned her focus to her book.
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The day of the Quiditch game came quickly and Makayla found herself sitting between Ron and Hermoine, decked out in Gryffindor colours awaiting the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Harry was the first to fly out and Gryffindor hovered above the pitch and waited for Slytherin to arrive. They didn't have to wait long, Draco lead the Slytherins out onto the pitch and after the captains shook hands the game began. Angelina Johnson was first to grab the Quaffle and was also first to score, as was often the case. Then a Slytherin chaser scored then a Gryffindor. This continued for most of the game, but the Snitch was no where to be seen. The Gryffindor keeper was hit by a bludger that broke his arm and a leg. But still no sign of the Snitch. Then suddenly both Harry and Draco began diving directly down. They were neck and neck and neither seemed like getting a head of the other. Then with a big crash they both hit the ground. Neither moved for quite some time and then Malfoy stood slowly and began looking around frantically. Harry was shaking like crazy and everyone looked worried. Harry was laughing, laughing so hard he was shaking. He then stood in front of Draco and threw a gold ball into the air and caught it.
"Better luck next time Malfoy," he laughed handing Madam Hooch the Snitch.
The crowd erupted (with the exception of the Slytherins) with cheers of excitement as Gryffindors began to flood the field. Gryffindor had won their first match of the season and it was obvious it was to be a successful one at that.
The party raged on in the common room. There were tables covered in food and drinks and people everywhere. You'd think they'd just one the cup or something.
"You did really well today Harry," said Makayla when he was finally alone and away from his crowd of adoring fans.
"Thanks," replied Harry blushing. "Hey, we need a new keeper, reckon you're up to it?"
"Me? No I don't think I could!" said Makayla sounding unsure.
"Of course, I mean a girl like you...." began Harry but was cut off by Makayla.
"What do yo mean a girl like me?" she asked angrily.
"You don't seem like you could hack it that's all!" said Harry honestly.
"Oh really?" she said throwing a cup cake at him.
"Oi!" he shouted throwing some fizzing wizzbees at her.
She then pushed him onto the ground but not before he could grab her arm and pull her down next to him. She then punched him on the arm and sat up.
"So will you come to the practise on Tuesday?" he asked.
"Well I spose I have to don't I. to prove I'm not a girlie girl like you seem to think I am." She said glaring at him then laughing.
"Excellent." He replied smiling.
"Well I'm hitting the sack!" she said standing. (I think that may be something only Aussies say.. Or maybe it's just me that says it LOL)
"Your whatting the what?" Harry asked.
"Hitting the sack. You know. Going to bed." laughed Makayla.
"Oh okay. Night."
"Night.
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On Wednesday Makayla made her way to the Quiditch pitch to see the team already practising. Harry flew down and jumped off his broom beside her.
"I didn't think you'd come," he confessed.
"No faith Potter! None what so ever," Makayla laughed.
"Well you can borrow my broom," began Harry handing Makayla his broom slowly and reluctantly.
"I'm not going to break it Harry," said Makayla taking it from his strong grasp.
"I know, it's just. I'm very protective." He said but she'd already taken off. Then the chasers got ready and began trying to score. Not once did a Quaffle get past Makayla. Harry was stunned to say the least.
"That was incredible," he said when she touched back down.
"No your chasers are really crap!" laughed Makayla. "Kidding guys," she said seeing the offended looks on their faces.
Harry and Makayla then began walking back to the castle.
"Makayla?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I ask you a question. Or two?"
"I guess so,"
"Do you live with your parents?" Harry asked nervously.
"No. My mums dead and I have no idea where my dad is." Replied Makayla.
"So who have you been living with?" questioned Harry slightly baffled.
"I've been in and out of foster homes. I always seemed to get landed with people that didn't give a shit about me. I was never given a teddy bear or played with dolls. Most of my foster parents made me do work and that was it!" answered Makayla.
"Sounds familiar," said Harry thinking of the Dursleys. "So who are you staying with now? I mean at the end of the year?"
"A friend of my mothers." Replied Makayla. "He came to get me before the beginning of the year and enrolled me here. It's good to have someone that cares about you for once," Makayla smiled weakly hoping she hadn't put her foot in it.
"Well if you ever wanna talk to someone. I'm almost certain I'll understand," said Harry unsurely.
"Thanks Harry," Makayla smiled warmly.
They then went their separate ways to the girls and boys dormitories.
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Weeks passed and things at Hogworts seemed normal. There was no sign of Voldermort and people were not quite as paranoid as they had been in the past. Makayla had grown very close to Harry, Hermoine and Ron, especially Harry. They shared something, a common bond that helped their friendship. It was finally the Christmas holidays and not many students were staying behind. There were 4 Gryffindors, 3 Slytherins, a Hufflepuff and 6 Ravenclaws.
Early Christmas morning Makayla was woken by the sound of excitement in the common room and wrapping paper being torn. Then a voice called out to her.
"'Kayla get up!" shouted Hermoine from the door of the dormitory.
"Give me a minute," said Makayla rolling over in the bed and covering her face with her arm.
"NOW!" Hermoine said shaking her.
"Alright alright." Makayla conceded defeat and sat up in the bed. Hermoine left the room and Makayla noticed a medium sized blue box on the end of her bed. She crawled towards it and looked at the tag.
Dear Makayla, Happy Christmas From Harry.
She slowly untied the bow and lifted the lid off. Inside was a cream coloured teddy bear with a blue and white checked bow around its neck.
"I couldn't think of anything else to get you," said Harry who was standing in his spiffy blue stripped PJ's at the door.
"Thank you Harry," said Makayla close to tears.
"No worries," he said hugging her tightly. "Don't cry," he said wiping a tear from under her eye.
"Its just Christmas is a hard time for me. My mum was killed on Christmas." Replied Makayla.
"I'm sorry," said Harry.
"Hey you didn't kill her," smiled Makayla. Harry sat down on the bed next to her and put his arm around her.
"This might sound inconsiderate, but it's great to have someone who's lost a parent. No one else seems to understand."
"Don't worry, I know what you mean," Makayla rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "Oh I almost forgot!" she said jumping up. She lay on her stomach and leant her arms over the edge of the bed and grabbed a gift bag.
"Merry Christmas Harry," she handed him the bag.
Harry then pulled out a red, hard cover book.
"It's a seeker book. You right down technics and stuff you use and it analyses the best one to suit you so you can kick Malfoy's ass again."
"Thanks 'Kayla," said Harry smiling from ear to ear.
"Don't mention it," said Makayla resuming her previous position of having her head on Harry's shoulder.
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Harry and Makayla joined Ron and Hermoine in the common room shortly after their talk and they spent hours showing each other what they got and sharing past Christmas stories. Makayla listened to the stories and never contributed. Not that she'd have much to contribute. As long as no one asked her for a story she was safe.
"What's your favourite Christmas memory?" asked Ron.
"I don't have any, apart from today," replied Makayla who spoke in a voice a notch above a whisper.
"What? None?" asked Ron shocked.
"Well I have memories but none that are good." Answered Makayla.
"Not all of our stories were good," noted Ron.
"Listen my mother was murdered on Christmas okay, that's my only Christmas memory because in all the foster homes I've ever been in they didn't celebrate it. Or I was locked away when they did alright!" said Makayla trying to keep calm.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know!" Ron apologised.
"Don't worry about it," said Makayla close to tears.
"It's nearly dinner time shall we go down to the hall now?" asked Hermoine changing the subject.
"Yeah sounds like a good idea," said Harry standing up.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." Makayla headed up stairs to the girls' dorms while the others headed to the door.
"I'll catch up to," said Harry following her up the stairs.
When he entered the room he saw her sitting on her bed holding the teddy he'd given her tightly to her chest, resting her head on top it's head.
"Are you okay?" asked Harry walking slowly towards her.
"No." replied Makayla earnestly. "But I'll get over it!"
Harry sat behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Do you want me to bring you something up?"
"No I'm not really hungry," she said lying down on her bed, still not facing him.
"I find that hard to believe,"
"Then don't believe it, see if I care."
"I think you should eat something!"
Makayla slowly rolled over and her eyes were puffy, reddened from crying. "I'm not hungry," she said firmly but calmly.
Harry didn't move off the bed he just lay down beside her.
"If your hungry eat," said Makayla not looking at him.
"Nah I'm not hungry," said Harry in a tone that was slightly mocking.
"We could be twins!" laughed Makayla. "Harry. I'm really sorry!" Makayla ran her finger over Harry's scar as she said that.
"Sorry for what?" asked Harry puzzled.
"I'm just sorry," Makayla pulled her hand away quickly and rolled on her side facing away from him. Harry rolled to face the same way and put his arms around her waist.
"Whatever it is you did. I forgive you!" he whispered.
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Okays. I hope you liked it. Please review. And If u have any ideas or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism feel free to share that with moi!